The last three weeks have been hell. To make a long LONG LONG story marginally shorter...

1. When DD "fell" and hurt her sacrum three weeks ago, it was because she was lowering herself out her 2nd story bedroom window, trying to run away from an explosive episode during which she attacked me and pushed me through a glass door. (I wasn’t injured.)

2. She ended up being transported by ambulance (with me), spent a night on a trauma ward being observed for spinal damage, and then a week on a child psychiatric ward.

3. The psychiatrist in the ER called DHS to open a report against me for denial of care. The DHS case worker was/is wonderful. She interviewed my DD in the hospital and then me over the phone the next day.

4. After being released from the hospital, DD spent the next two weeks in a youth home (temporary shelter) 45 minutes from home, since it was clear that it was not safe to have her in the house with me given her violence toward me and her dangerous impulsivity. I saw her every day at the shelter, and brought her home for the day during the weekends to avoid her having to spend unstructured time with the other residents, who were several years older than DD and came from very rough backgrounds (think gang affiliations).

5. During one of those weekend days at home, she accidentally cut her hand on a piece of glass, and we ended up back in the ER for 5 stitches.

6. As all this was going down, my Dad was admitted to the hospital in my hometown and we discovered he has congestive heart failure on top of his inoperable kidney cancer.

Still with me?

7. I posted a few days ago that we found out DD has been accepted to a residential treatment program and will be moving there within the next few weeks. She'll spend somewhere between 3 months and a year in the program, getting much needed psychiatric and medical therapies.

8. DD came home from the shelter Friday night (her allotted time ran out), so as a safety measure, I asked Wasband to stay here in the spare bedroom so there is another responsible adult on hand in case she has another explosive episode before a bed becomes available at the residential program. If something does blow up, he can help defuse the situation and/or call 911 as needed.

9. Just got off the phone with the DHS worker. She is coming over this afternoon to meet one more time with DD and then give me the outcome of the investigation. Even though I’m expecting it to be “unfounded,” I’m nervous. I’d be crazy to not be nervous.

So I’m asking for some mojo, positive thoughts, or anything else you’ve got on several fronts. In no particular order:
A. Swift placement for my DD in the residential program.
B. Heart/kidney mojo for my Dad.
C. An “unfounded” finding in the DHS investigation.
D. A short, effective, and cooperative engagement with wasband staying here.
E. A way to retain/regain my sanity through all this.